Well, it’s done. The mole has been removed, but not without life shoving a few sticks through my spokes in the process.
Monday night, went to the loo as per expected normal timetable; deploy suppository as per usual- nothing. Ok, deploy pad and try again in the morning. Nothing. Hmm. Deploy clean pad and venture out in the cold to hospital. Feel like I am sitting on a pile of house bricks.
surgeon says, stay in your chair, I’ll do you there. Me, eyeing bed longingly, “Ok, if you’re sure.” He begins, but his oppo is being taught how to do it, and so I am overhearing a graphic description of someone cutting a mole out of the nape of my neck. Imagining it is far worse than watching it would be.
Now, I am not needle phobic or particularly squeamish, but I do have a tendency to low blood pressure following anything involving sticking needles in me, which is why I would have been happy on the bed- lying flat helps. As it is I recognise the signs that if i can’t get on that bed soon, I’ll be gone. I tell them.
“Can you hold on for a little while?”
I ask how long. 4-5 minutes? Nope, get me on the bed please. I then have to talk them through how to help me from my wheelchair onto the bed using my sliding board. Once I’m there I immediately feel better; he sews me up, I rest for a bit and I’m finished. Off home sore, emotionally exhausted, cold and constipated. Sleep surprisingly well through the evening and on through the night.
This morning, off to the doc’s for my flu jab and a blood test. Manage that. Now in front of the fire and comfortable at last. Apart from still being constipated.
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